Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Bahrain and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Electric Light Orchestra to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Funky Four + One. All the underground hits.
All Simply Red tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Qualms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantytec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Isaac Hayes,
Dawn Penn,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
L. Decosne,
Man Parrish,
Gil Scott Heron,
MDC,
The Buckinghams,
Erykah Badu,
Pylon,
Marvin Gaye,
Unwound,
Slick Rick,
Robert Hood,
Nils Olav,
Suicide,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bootsy Collins,
Alton Ellis,
Television,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Desert Stars,
FM Einheit,
Cybotron,
Deepchord,
The Velvet Underground,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Maurizio,
Skarface,
Organ,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Country Teasers,
Altered Images,
Los Fastidios,
Fela Kuti,
Arcadia,
Dave Gahan,
Henry Cow,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Second Layer,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Al Stewart,
Radio Birdman,
Kas Product,
The Sonics,
Pussy Galore,
The Grass Roots,
Amon Düül,
The Smiths,
Symarip,
The Vogues,
Con Funk Shun,
Duran Duran,
Davy DMX,
Little Man,
Moebius,
Animal Collective,
The Black Dice,
Erasure,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Rapeman,
KRS-One,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.